When Jason rescues a wounded kitten, little does he know he's carrying Ra's al Ghul along in his coat. Trapped in animal form, Ra's just wants to get home and get revenge on the mage that did this. By the time they reach Gotham, Jason has told his new cat friend any number of secrets, including his omega designation leaving Ra's al Ghul is intrigued with the skilled, affection starved, omega.
It’s a long journey from Metropolis back to Gotham where Jason grew up before he was abducted, but he’s determined to make it, and quickly. It took several years, but he finally escaped and he needs to put as much distance between him and Lex Luthor’s slave empire as possible before the bastard’s goons find him. He’s heard that in the years he’d been gone, Gotham has become a safe haven, a refuge, guarded by mage powerful enough to keep even Luthor at bay.
On his second night in the dangerous forest he hears a loud hissing and screeching. He wants to ignore it, stay curled up in the hollowed out tree where he feels just a little safer than out in the open. But the animal sounds so distressed and he’s worried that if it keeps being so loud, it’ll attract more dangerous predators.
When he gets there he finds an injured black cat, with intelligent bright, green eyes and the most adorable tufts of white fur on either side of his face, just below each ear, and golden fur on its belly.
There’s also a big grey wolf slobbering and snarling at it. Jason only has the kitchen knife he stole before he left and he doesn’t know why he risks his life for a wounded animal but he ends up getting the wolf good enough that it yelps and runs off.
Jason’s a little banged up too. Scratches and bites on his arms, the fabric of his shirt is shredded and there’s gashes in his pants too. He drops to the forest floor and finds the cat watching him, staring intently, until finally it limps over to him and snuggles against his chest, purring.
The rest of the journey passes more quickly with his new little friend tucked safely in his coat where it kneads at his chest. Sometimes it rides on his shoulder and chews on his ear. At night, it curls up in his lap and Jason talks to it like he would a friend. If he’d ever had a friend. His parents died when he was young and he’d been taken by slavers soon after he hit the streets. When they found out what he was, they’d taken him straight to Lex, where he was groomed for a future he wanted no part of.
Jason notices the cat’s ears twitch in interest and out of paranoid habit, learned from spending most his life in a dangerous place where dangerous people were always listening, Jason looks around to make sure he won’t be overheard.
“I guess it’s ok to tell you,” he says to the cat, “You won’t say anything, will you, buddy?”
The way he says “buddy’ is almost like he actually considers the cat a friend. He knows it’s pathetic. But there’s no one here to see so he’s going to let himself pretend for minute. He tells the cat he’s an omega; apparently they’re pretty rare anymore, but that’s just what Lex said and he doesn’t trust Lex. He’d overheard the court mage tell Luthor Jason was very close to his first heat, when he’d finally be able to be bred. So Jason had tripled his efforts to escape.
He thinks the cats eyes get a little wider at the revelation but shrugs it off as his imagination.
They finally make it to Gotham. The cat, who has now left little scratches and teeth marks all over him prompting Jason to affectionately call him ‘little demon’, is all healed up and trots along beside him loyally.
Jason has no idea what to do now. He’s hungry and he’s sure the little demon is too but he has no money and he really needs to figure out somewhere safe to stay. His heat is still a ways away… a few days? maybe a week… and he may be safe from Lex, but he’s not safe from everyone else.
He feels the little demon’s claws sink into the skin of his ankle, through his pants and he hisses in surprise, eyes snapping down to his companion.
There’s so much intelligence in that intense green gaze that it makes Jason a little uncomfortable at the memory that the cat had watched him in the woods while he bathed in the river.
The cat swipes the leg of his pants with a paw, takes a few steps toward a side street, then looks back at Jason.
“You want me to follow you?”
The cat nods and trots off. Jason, a little freaked out, gulps and follows, curiosity winning out.
They get to a dark but tidy little apothecary and Jason opens the door when the cat looks at him expectantly.
The cat jumps onto the counter in front of a woman with long brown hair and familiar green eyes.
The woman stares at the cat for a moment, looking a little smug, before she sighs, says some words in a language Jason doesn’t know, and then there’s a flash of golden light, so bright and sudden that he jerks away from it, covering his eyes, and falls to the floor.
When he can see again, he’s looking up at a tall, lean man, in green and gold robes, black hair, with familiar white streaks at the temples, and keen green eyes that he’d know anywhere.
The man holds out a long-fingered hand but Jason is frozen solid. The man smiles, sharp and dangerous.
“I’m Ra’s,” he says, “And I think we may have a shared interest in taking vengeance on Luthor. I won’t enslave you like he did, but if you agree, you will be mine in every way that matters.”